Holly Harmes enjoyed college, but mostly she liked living on her own. She was ready, after eighteen years of being a kid, to be master of her own destiny. Almost immediately, she began to try and find ways she could make the best of her new-found freedom.
Holly lived in the dorms, in a pair of rooms with three other girls. The girls all got along fairly well, and life was enjoyable except for those occasional times when their periods synced. As far as boys, Holly played the field a little bit at first, and burned through a string of hunky young guys, but she didn’t feel the need to tie herself down right away.
One night Shasta, a girl that roomed with her, told her about a frat party off campus. “There’ll be booze, and guys, and loud music, and guys, and lots of booze. Did I mention guys?”
Holly rolled her eyes, but she was interested. She knew that most frat boys were fairly rich, even though a high percentage of them were also assholes. Well, she could live with that, if it meant being treated like a queen for a night. She also knew that frat guys usually expected their girls to put out, and ... she could live with that, too. She was really to play around. She wasn’t a virgin, by any stretch, but she felt like it was time to widen her horizons a bit. And maybe widen something else, if she could find Mr. Right. Mr. hung-like-a-horse Right. Her list of requirements was actually pretty short.
She got the details from Shasta, and later talked to Adrianna, her best friend and roomie. They decided to just casually show up Friday evening, like they were invited, and let what would happen happen. Surely the guys wouldn’t kick them out, they were both fairly foxy, they thought at the same time, looking at themselves objectively. Surely they would be allowed to enter. Allowed, hell, they’d probably be dragged inside. Holly thought of some things she could wear to speed the process along.
By Friday evening, Adrianna was a little more reticent. Holly pooh-pooh her, laughing. “What’s the worst that could happen?” she asked her friend.
“I dunno...” said Adrianna. “I’ve heard some crazy shit that’s happened at frat houses before. So have you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” said Holly, still laughing. “That shit only happens at the big schools. We only make the news here for stupid shit, like people sliding down flagpoles and ripping their asshole out.”
Last year a guy had done that, he had gotten hung up on a cleat while hanging a flag from an opposing school on the flagpole. It was the biggest news in years, and he didn’t get much sympathy because of the school he was from. Too bad for him, especially since he’d be wearing diapers for the rest of his life. Holly laughed some more.
“Come on, it’ll be fun ... I promise...”
“Shit, Holly ... I think I’ll go home this weekend anyway...”
Holly shook her head. What a spoil-sport. Well, what the hell. She’d see if Shasta wanted to go. She looked the other girl up.
“I dunno...” said Shasta, “I’ve heard crazy mad shit goes on at frat houses.”
“Goddam it,” said Holly, peeved. “Who’s startin’ all these fuckin’ rumors? How bad could it be?”
“Well, okay,” said Shasta, “I’ll go, but if the guys start disrespectin’ me, I am fuckin’ outa there.”
Holly laughed. She wasn’t going for respect, she was going for fun. Maybe a little booze, and maybe a little fuckin’. The way she’d felt the last few nights ... the fucking was almost a sure thing. Surely she could find one studly man among the boys.
That night she finally finished her homework, and looked over at Adrianna’s bed. The other girl had gone to bed an hour ago, lucky bitch. Holly went down the hall to the john and peed and brushed her teeth, then returned to their room. She dropped her jeans, kicked her socks off, pulled her t-shirt over her head, and was unsnapping her bra when she heard Adrianna whisper.
“Looook ... I am yuh fath-uh...”
Holly laughed, and shook her head. Why she’d ever told the girl she’d liked those movies as a kid was beyond her. They did this almost every night now. She leaned down, and put her face in Adrianna’s.
“Only a master of eve-ill, Darth,” she said, and kissed Adrianna on the lips.
“Mmm...” said the other girl. They kissed again, slower.
“Darlin’,” Holly finally said, laying down on top of Adrianna. Damn, these beds are narrow, she thought for the thousandth time. It was cool enough in the room by now she had chill bumps. Everything stopped for a minute while Adrianna helped her crawl under the sheet and blanket.
“Holly...” Adrianna said, before she could start again.
“What ... mmm...” said Holly, pressing her lips to the other girls mouth yet again.
“I thought ... we’d decided ... to slow down...” said Adrianna, stopping a few times for more kisses.
“We decided to slow down, yes. But we didn’t decide to stop,” said Holly.
“I thought we decided only on the weekend...” said Adrianna, her breath hot in Holly’s face.
“Yeah, yeah, well it’s Thursday, that’s fuckin’ close enough,” said Holly, taking the other girl’s earlobe in her teeth.
“Ouch. Okay. But not all night, please? I gotta have my sleep, I almost fell asleep in Durham’s class again.”
“Sorry ‘bout last night,” Holly apologized. “I know, I get carried away sometimes.”
“Baby...” whispered Adrianna, “I’m not complaining. I love this shit, and I love you.”
“Oh, darlin’, I love you too...” whispered Holly back. “If you just had a cock, we’d be the perfect couple...”
“You picky little bitch...” whispered Adrianna, licking the inside of Holly’s ear. Holly purred like a kitten. So what if the party sucked. This was almost as fun as getting her cunt filled with man-meat. She knew what was going to happen in the next few minutes. Adrianna was going to slide down her stomach and do what she did best. The girl was the best cunt licker in the school, bar none. Holly knew once she got her started she’d go for hours. This was as much fun as any old dumb party. And guys? Fuck guys. She didn’t need guys, not as long as Adrianna still had a tongue. She smashed her mouth against her roommate’s, and tasted the other girl’s spit in her mouth.
Holly didn’t have any classes on Friday, so she just sat around the apartment and waited for evening. Shasta showed up, and a little after six they dressed. Holly wore a tight, almost blindingly white miniskirt that barely covered her pussy. She hadn’t had the nerve to wear it out in public yet, and she almost covered it with her jacket at the last minute. Shasta, a little more conservatively dressed, giggled at her.
“Fuck it,” said Holly, tossing her jacket on the bed. It was brisk enough outside she knew her nipples would pop through the top. She felt like there was no way they’d get turned down at the door. She’d shaved her legs this morning, and, on impulse, shaved her pussy for the first time in a year or two. She felt all nice and smooth down there, and she had topped it off with a tiny white thong. She felt like she was ready have the affair of her life. She knew once she sat down and crossed her legs, any guy in the place would be hers. And with that thong, she’d had to cross them. It was almost literally dental floss.
The girls walked down the sidewalk and out of the dorm complex. They looked at each other and giggled when they heard tires screeching on the road next to them. A car went by slowly and guys hung out the window and hooted at them. The apes, thought Holly. What a bunch of classless thugs. She was ready to meet a real gentleman, tonight. One that knew how to treat a lady.
They approached frat row at last. Holly had a chill, feeling the breeze blow on places that were usually sheltered. She suppressed a shiver, knowing it wouldn’t look sexy. They finally came up the sidewalk, and stood at the door of Kappa Omega Kappa. A few flowerpots filled with pathetic dead plants sat on the windowsill. The place needed a paintjob, bad. And what was that smell? The building looked deserted, on top of everything. There’s a party here? wondered Holly. Fearlessly she pressed the doorbell.
The wind blew under her skirt again, making her shiver. Damn, where the fuck are they? she wondered.
At last the door slowly creaked open. A kid stood there, literally, a kid. Is this somebody’s little brother? Holly wondered.
“Hi,” she said, in her best Southern-girl accent. “Has the party started?”
“Party?” the kid said. Holly looked down and saw him holding a beer. Where there’s beer, surely there’s a party, she thought.
“Yeah,” she said. “Thuh party.”
“Uh...” the kid said. He looked up and down her, stopping for a noticeable pause at the hem of her skirt. He was no dummy. He knew what was hidden by less than an inch of cloth.
“It’s just starting,” said an authoritative voice behind him. The kid stood back, and they entered.
In spite of the freezing wind blowing up their asses, Holly and Shasta walked slowly into the main living room of the frat house. Seven or eight guys laid around on couches and chairs, staring at them. The room was a pit, totally trashed. Old milk cartons and TV dinner trays littered the floor. And that smell. She heard Shasta clear her throat behind her.
“Well, good evening, ladies,” said a boy, coming forward. Boy? This was a man, finally. Tall, lanky and handsome ... this is more like it, thought Holly. A few more of these would be nice. She looked around.
.... There is more of this story ...